With breaths caught in our throats like oversize supplements, Kent and I jumped as if we"d been propelled by invisible pogo sticks. We crashed into each other, groaned, and staggered backwards. He extended muscular arms as if to ask “what gives?” while I stared at him with canyon-wide eyes. Cell phones had been left with my colleagues, so where was this ringtone coming from?
Kent slipped around the side of the armoire and held up a cell phone too small and slim to be so strident. He answered it, but no one responded.
“Did someone know we"d drop by Jimmy"s office or did someone simply misplace their phone?” Kent ambled over, bemused.
I picked up my knapsack. “Someone must have tucked it there.”
“It could have fallen from someone"s pocket or purse or something,” he offered.
“It could ha
